by Margaret Marie Hubbard
The impetus of delirium,
drills deep into my brain.
The drifting shadow provokes,
my opulence to strain.
Impetuous choice of words,
befuddle all mankind.
Disentangle my intent,
of the colloquy beneath the rhyme.
Incontrovertibly I say to thee,
I know thy true intent.
Entrée oh aberration,
because my mind is spent!
Copyright ©:
Margaret Marie Hubbard
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a disabled mother of two beautiful boys. I spend my extra time learning many different forms of art and appreciate every medium the world has to offer. One of the many ways I choose to express my creativity is through writing.
